Behind Every Tear, There's a Story. One-Shot

I looked up at the dark ceiling, only the moonlight as my light. My long, brown, glistening hair was tangled all over the place. I was thinking, was this the end for me. Was it time for me to go? I wanted to leave the world behind. Just leave it be. Just so I don't have to take it anymore. I haven't been able to realize what my problem was, well I knew that was my problem, the uncertainty of everything. I wanted answers, but I knew I would not get them. How come no one saw what was happening to me? I wanted someone, anyone to see the truth behind the smiles. I just think nobody wanted to believe in it. Nobody wanted to believe that I the strong one, was going down. I told, oh yes. I told everyone. I never lied. I told them I was sad. I told them how the thoughts of cutting rushed through my mind. They told me everything will be alright. That was their answer. I don't know what ran through their minds when I said these things. The only thing I knew, was, that they heard, but didn't listen. Now I was angry. I looked over to my clock. 2:30 flashed back at me in bright red letters. I knew I had to go to sleep, but crying was my only release. I didn't cut. I did not want to go down that path. But I was scared that, that was my path. Crying felt good. It felt like someone could hear and feel me crying. That's what I wanted, someone being there, my soul-mate. I felt like throwing things, breakable things at the wall, but I knew my parents would hear and question me. What would be my answer? I tell them, it was a bad day. I don't lie; I just sometimes hide the real truth. I told my parents, that I mostly was never happy, not even when I was little. They heard, but they didn't listen. This is my life. I took a deep breath and listened to the lyrics rushing through my ears. I stood up and looked at the night sky, the beautiful stars and the shining moon. It made me smile. Then I felt the tears running down my cheeks. I started questioning again, when will he come into my life, and will he ever? The thought of never meeting him, was scary, more than scary, it was mortifying. The tears blurring my vision, I walked slowly toward my sanctuary, my bed, where everything disappeared and only my dreams remained. I lied down and threw the big, comfy covers over me. I smiled. The dreams will come and tomorrow I'll see my friends. It will be another day and tomorrow's night, I'll have these thoughts rushing through me again. Oh, well. That's the way my world spins and I hope that one beautiful day, I'll meet the special someone who will take it all away.
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